Sometimes You Just Have to Jump
Writing has always been an outlet for me, especially when my brain just won't shut up. It helps to quiet things down so that I can just "be" and stop worrying or over-thinking things. So, here I am, in the land of the blogs again. This time, I actually have something to talk about other than the ramblings of my mind. This time, I really need to have a blog because, otherwise, I will spontaneously combust with all of the words and the feelings that spin around at light speed up there in the old cranium.
This time...I feel the need to possibly help other women who may be in the same boat as me, the boat that we don't have while we navigate through an ocean that we never knew existed; the ocean called Grief that we involuntarily jump into when we lose a child.
So, as I write these painful words, I will pepper them with a little bit of hope for the near-future. Grief lasts for a lifetime. There is no end to it; it just becomes easier to deal with over time. What helps to get to that point is the ability to have gratitude for the time we got and to remember the amazing love that we shared with our children. There is no room for sorrow in a heart that is filled with love and gratitude. Unfortunately, sometimes we don't have the ability to always feel that love and gratitude, but we can remember that it is an option once we get from under one of those ravaging waves.
Here's to this new blogging journey and the remembrance, love, and gratitude that will come from it.
